forum The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Started May 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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"No. You're staying here, I'm going." Cal said sternly, putting one of his hands on Marya's. "It'll be okay, Little Wolf." He said softly, giving her a weak smile.

"What about-what about-" she was grasping at straws,"What about our future?" she looked at Nimue, angry. "How could you?" she turned back towards Cal. "I love you, you raspberry assnut. We could've worked this out together. You could've told me." Marya pressed her lips against his, wishing that their first kiss could be in different circumstances. Her kiss was desperate, pushing herself against him until there was no space left between them. You little asswipe.

“I probably shouldn’t be seeing this,” Kirin stage-whispered to Nimue, Who glared at him. He winced and awkwardly stared out the window to give the two a moment.

Cal wrapped his arms around Marya, pulling her closer as he kissed her back deeply. After a moment, he pulled away, his blue eyes heavy with sorrow. "Love you too, Little Wolf."

"I'm going to get you back. I promise. And when I do, I'll murder the king and the guy who took you." Marya glared at the man, swinging her bloody axe over her shoulder. She turned towards Nimue. "And from now on I consider us to be no longer friends."

“It’s not her fault,” Kirin said defensively. “Really. You’d be surprised at what I can do.” To prove his point, he called to her mind and had her drop the axe onto the ground, where it clattered harmlessly.

"You'd be surprised at how much I'll fight." Marya dropped to her knees, grabbing her axe. "I will fight until death. And if I die, I will haunt you for eternity."

“It’s not her fault,” Kirin said defensively. “Really. You’d be surprised at what I can do.” To prove his point, he called to her mind and had her drop the axe onto the ground, where it clattered harmlessly.

"Don't touch, Marya." Cal growled as he stepped towards Kirin, his gaze hard. He hated this guy. He hated the palace. He hated the king. He hated almost everything.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” he said amicably, as if talking to a friend. “We really should be on our way,” he continued. “Or we’ll both be dying a lot sooner than anticipated.”

//and now I must go so pretend they left bye guys

She threw up the middle finger at him and spat at his feet before walking away. "Fucking asshole."

( So, I suppose we'll time skip)

This had to be the tenth time that the princess had visited his prison cell. Cal looked even more disheveled than usual; his blue eyes had dimmed in color and he barely smiled.

"You're the son of Eros, right?" The princess asked, sitting outside of the cell. She was pretty, with honey blonde curls and amber eyes, but not Marya beautiful. Not the same dirty blond hair and brown eyes that he loved. No one would ever replace Marya.

Cal didn't answer. She continued to ask questions, one after the other. "They say you used to have wings. Is that true?"

"Yes." Cal said quietly, looking up at her, his usual grin replaced with a glare. "Before your father cut them off."

The princess continued to ask questions over and over again. Cal never answered. If I had my father's arrow's right now. . . one easy shot and she'd fall head over heels for me and open the door. He sighed exasperatedly, looking up at the girl with a bored expression.

Ailith was on the cot her knees to her chest. She had heard what happened to Cal, and was now in a pretty bad mood. Anyone who tried to get near her got snapped at, except for Marya. She was having a rougher time than Ailith.

Nimue felt like she hadn’t moved for hours, though it was more like a few minutes. She’d sat in the same, curled up position against the wall for awhile before going to her room and sitting cross-legged in a corner. She hadn’t moved since.

One of the guards ushered the princess out, so that Cal was alone in his prison cell again. All he could think about was Marya. Her hair, her eyes, the way she called him raspberry assnut. Why did he leave her? To protect Nimue. That was a fair point, but it still didn't keep him from thinking about her.

“Morning,” Kirin greeted as he came down the stairs. As usual, his magic swirled around his fingertips, like he couldn’t shut it off. He grimaced and one hand balled into a fist, before relaxing.

Marya got into Ailith's room, spreading out Ailith's drawing on top of a table. She found where the prison cells were and then traced a line towards the exit. The only reason she had escaped was because the second-in-command had favored her. What had been his words again? If I ever see you again, I will not hesitate to destroy you. And then there was the whole deal with Nimue and the weird man. She needed something to block out that guy.

//“The weird man” is pretty accurate tbh

She snapped her fingers, eyes lit up with a solution. "Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!?" she called out, rounding the corner. "I fricking need you."

“Uh, Yeah?” Marcus said, looking up from where he was fiddling with a piece of paper. He was nervous - angry Marya was a scary Marya.

“Morning,” Kirin greeted as he came down the stairs. As usual, his magic swirled around his fingertips, like he couldn’t shut it off. He grimaced and one hand balled into a fist, before relaxing.

Cal looked up at the man, but didn't say anything. His blue eyes had gone from bright to dark and heavy with sorrow.

“So, as I am now apparently an official messenger,” he rolled his eyes as he spoke. “The king basically wants to parade you around the city like some kind of trophy. And this will be happening tomorrow. Questions, comments, concerns?”

"I need your help." she extended a hand. "We need to save Cal. Also, get Nimue." she narrowed her eyes. "She may be a traitorous lovesick brat, but we need her help too." Marya waited for Marcus to go. "What the hell did I say? Go!"